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Category: poetry
dVerse — Poetics — Slipping into Surrealism with Erik Johansson — “Cumulus and Thunder”
“Cumulus and Thunder,” by Erik Johansson Waldo loves to play god but he’s just a sheep shearer. Who does he think he is deciding the weather, entrapping us poor little fuzzy creatures and taking our warmth so we can do his bidding. Since when did god ever need helpers? Oh, he has such a serious…
Tanka Tuesday 319 — Kismet
© Terri Webster Schrandt It happens at every peeper’s first song — velvet blossoms call. Unfurled at the lake, I again remember your face receding. ~love~ Like a burr I’m unaware I carry, it settles on me. Dwindling as it disperses, yet doomed; planted with its velvet nightshade. Memuente form created by Kerfe for Colleen’s…
dVerse — Prosery — Abandoned
On this day without a date,On a back street, dusky— Charles Simic, from My Friend Someone On this day without a date, on a back street, dusky, sounds the wail of an infant. Old Ginny, still half-soused from the night before, thinks she’s dreaming. Lula, the bloodhound, licks Ginny’s face as the baby wails through…
Kerfe’s RWG 8 — mother board
stretch and feel the surgesurge and ride the waveswaves reach out, recederecede into mindfulnessmind full with now’s abidingabiding in sparkling circuitscircuits of connect as we bendbend incredulous pink knee modified blitz form words used from the list: Stretch, surge, waves, abiding, connect, pink, knee Note: knees come in many colors but pink is in…
Shiitake Love (a tanka)
Shiitake tells me he’s in love while I prep soup one Spring afternoon; his scissor end but delayed — hot and sour must be made. Imagine my surprise and delight when I was cutting up dried shiitake mushrooms for a batch of sweet and sour soup and found this. What are the odds?
dVerse — MTB — Insomnia (after A Psalm of Life by Longfellow)
“Insomnia,” by Alicia Audi Sheep long a-snore, numbersacross hour hand crawls. Ah, to dream,recall, perhaps as far back as slumbersin the days of my infancy, it seems. When days were long, labor earnest,sleep was but by-product not goal,a seamless shift of wake-sleep. Returnestme please to exhaustion. Refresh this soul! Oh, dark-shadowed eyes’ sorrowof midnight’s stare,…
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